What The Fake Instagram Bitches Don't Tell You.

Dear Wilson,

Okay, so I have to be real here. All of the Instagram photos you see, simply don't tell the whole story of a person's reality. The pretty girls in perfect makeup taking selfies, don't tell you all of the cons that come with the pros. The "perfect life" isn't perfect if you tell the entire story. I honestly already knew this but living the reality made me come to this realization even more so than before. We are currently in "paradise". Ubud, Bali is the current location. Truly fucking beautiful. I could be so popular on Instagram if I had boobs, tan skin, and a sexy body. Unfortunately, I'm not your typical Instagram candidate so I tend to shy away from seductive selfies. You're fucking welcome by the way. 🤣🤣🤣. 

The palm trees with coconuts, infinity pools, and beautiful rice terrace views from our outdoor living room/kitchen are quite spectacular. Here's the thing… It's amazing but it has its drawbacks. We have now been gone from our comfort zone for almost 9 weeks. You can have views, culture, and experiences. They come at a cost. I'm not just talking about $. It definitely costs money but it costs so much more than that. Don't take this blog as me coming across as complaining because I'm definitely not. I fucking love it here. I LOVE Southeast Asia. It just costs a lot to be here emotionally, physically, and financially. Here's myth #1. "Oh, other countries are so much cheaper than the United States." Yep, you are correct! Most things in Asia are cheaper than in the United States except beer and cheese lol. However, if you don't plan to live there, you lose those savings on flight tickets. So it's roughly a break scenario unless you are moving or staying for a very long time. Let's be real… Your ass isn't moving to Thailand or Indonesia. So, yeah, it's not cheaper. Myth #2 is that if you could move out of the country, it would be paradise. You are correct again! Everything is cheaper, the US dollar goes farther, and you get the scenic views with the culture. Yep, you get it all! Here's the thing… You miss English. You miss friends and family. You know, the people that genuinely care about your ass. I will say that the people here are so genuine and kind. They just can't be family, you know? For the record, I love the "strangers" here. Fuck most strangers in the States. A stranger here is on another level when it comes to empathy, love, and self-respect. It still just isn't the same as close friends or family. People here are like a legitimately caring "30-second relationship." That's really cool but it lacks the history and depth of a friendship. Except for Wah! She is a true friend and our biggest reason for loving Chiang Mai, Thailand. You don't meet people like Wah very often though. Wah, if you are reading this blog, thank you for being amazing… Our entire family loves you. I believe and hope we will see you again 😀. Myth #3 is "omg be safe. It's dangerous in other countries." Lmfao! I feel safer here than I EVER have in the United States. Respect for others is so astounding and prevalent in Southeast Asia. The honesty, love, and respect you experience here make me think that it's almost impossible to be hurt in any way. Maybe not impossible but very rare.

Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that things are not as they seem. You all get our pictures and our videos. You don't see our bad days, sad days, or boring days. Just like Instagram, you only see the best of the best. No, you don't get to see my 6 pack or my thong, but you get to see our experiences. Sorry for the disappointment. Maybe I will send you guys a dick pic of me swimming with dolphins while sipping on a pina colada, and getting a massage from mermaids. Haha! You should definitely believe this as much as you believe that "traveling the world" is "perfect". The point is that things are not as they seem. I miss the feeling of home. I miss my personal stuff. I miss my friends and family. I miss a fucking kitchen that I can cook in with my ingredients. To be honest, I miss the house I sold. I miss a home. The homeless feeling is weird. Not homeless by force. Just homeless by choice… Just so you know, it's scary to be homeless. You can say I did it to myself. That's very true actually. However, I will say this… If you skydive by choice, that doesn't make it less scary. That shit is terrifying and so is not having a home or a safe place with a family of 5. WTF am I doing? I ask myself that a lot… I remember 835 Teddy Avenue… It was the little oasis we built and it was truly perfect, except for one aspect… It was in Slidell, Louisiana. #Not a fan… Definitely not going to find anything exciting there. Slidell has family and friends but I can't endure the location anymore. I feel like I'm rambling at this point. No, I'm not backspacing or editing this blog like I do my "Insta" pics and videos. (I don't have an Instagram) I'm just sitting outside by myself, in the dark, at 9:00 at night, spilling my thoughts. The point of this blog was to let others know that perfection isn't attainable. Also, boredom is NOT solvable. You would think being in "paradise" is the opposite of boredom. Well… No… Boredom is inevitable even in Thailand or Bali, Indonesia. Just part of being human I guess. To sum this up, travel is amazing. Just like anything else in life, if you want something, you WILL pay for it. Whether it be money or some other form of life's "currencies." Shit isn't free in this world and money isn't the only commodity. To all of the tan girls, in bikinis, with big boobs, in the hammocks, watching sunsets, ok… you get the idea… That life isn't as perfect as you make your followers believe it to be. That treehouse in the jungle has mosquitos, shitty food, and no air conditioning lol. Don't get me wrong… It's amazing, but it has its drawbacks. So cheers to close friends, family, great food, grills, kitchens, comfy beds, and a home… (still working on that last part at this point in my life 😭) Not sure what the real point of this blog was but these are my current thoughts. Ttyl